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The thoughts & Musings of Christopher F. Reidy*

NOTE: Apparently this webpage has some glitches. It tends to randomly switch out visual material.  Why?  Don't ask me.  So, if a pic doesn't match the text...it doesn't!  Rest assured I am trying to amend this problem.  When I get around to it.

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The visual switcheroos on these blogs have reached a point where there's no way I can correct them all, so I'm just going to leave them be.  If they don't match the text, just think of them as whimsical funsies decorating the text.  I will continue to supply pictures; but I cannot guarantee their context: much like my mind.
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I try to keep this website relatively free of anything truly morally reprehensible or obscene.  However, in the pursuit of honesty; I will be quite frank about sexuality; as I feel one should be.  To  wit: this website is not for children.  It is decidedly "adult"; although not necessarily not "childish."  I do not feel it is suitable, in some instances, for anyone below the age of 17.  Or maybe a very mature 16...or 15 even.  
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Bloggers Anonymous

2/10/2021

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Okay, so I'm becoming addicted to this blogging thing.  I don't know if anyone is reading and I don't know how one might make money from this.  Is blogging a thing anymore?  Isn't it kind of 2005ish?  Shouldn't I, at the very least, at least be vlogging?  Or should I be pod-casting?  Isn't it weird that with all this technology we've essentially returned to radio?  I just read an article about "single topic" vs. "multi-topic" blogging.  Which can garner more income?  Single topic was the answer.  But I think I'd get bored writing only about one thing.  I'm a multi-type thinker as it is.  So, my blog (which I'm realizing is basically a personal diary or maybe an old-fashioned opinion column (without the benefit of a newspaper (which, do they even count anymore?) will be whatever it is I choose to rap about.  So, if you are reading this, be prepared for a miscellaneous mix of opinions, thoughts, reviews, insights(?) and comedic stylings.  Get ready to Live, Love, Laugh!  Also, I've figured out how to put pictures into these blogs, so get ready for some dazzling visual accompaniment too. Really, I'm so freaking bored with this pandemic is the reason I'm blogging.  I feel I need to create something a little more concrete than a load of clean dishes (not that I'm a Stepford Husband when it comes to that).
​I can't think of anything to write about, so how about a movie review?  Sounds good to me...

The Little Things was the last movie I saw.  It's not like I rushed out to see it.  Two of the lead actors I have mixed feelings about.  Jared Leto can be annoyingly showy, especially when he's playing a villain.  For example, his version of The Joker.  It was gimmicky.  Personally, I'm tired of all these modern takes on the backstory of The Joker's psychosis.  The Joker is not meant to be a person from the real world of mental hospitals.  He's a comic book villain.  I don't want to watch him suffocate his mother with a pillow.  Give me Cesar Romero or Jack Nicholson any day.  Joaquin, please, you don't have to lose fifty pounds to play a Batman villain.  And I certainly don't want to see your skeletal frame on a thirty foot movie screen.  Please don't jeopardize your health on my account.  The Joker doesn't need extreme Method Acting applied to him.  Just have fun with it.  Although, Jared did seem to be having fun with it.  However, in The Little Things, he is definitely not having fun with it.  Which is what makes his performance here kind of sublime.  We'll get back to that. 
The other actor I have issues with is Denzel Washington.  Not his acting so much (he's pretty phenomenal) but his attitude.  The persona that comes through his performances.  He has a big chip on his shoulder all the time.  Like all the time.  Every character he plays has this chip.  And maybe that's Denzel's thing: playing the chips.  But he's played his chips so often, I'm starting to feel that Denzel himself has a chip.  Maybe he should play The Joker.  I also still kinda hold a grudge about that time he advised Will Smith not to kiss another man on camera.  I mean, even though he was in Philadelphia, that still does not sit well with me.  Why did Will take on a gay role if he wasn't willing to smooch Anthony Michael Hall?  I mean, it must've been in the script.  Sorry, that was not cool.  But I'm forgiving.  Denzel, I'll lose my chip if you lose yours.  Why don't you try being in a romantic comedy?  I'd love to see you doing the Rock Hudson/Doris Day style bedroom romp!  How about a remake of Send Me No Flowers?  I think it would change all of our lives. 
​Denzel gives a fantastic performance in this.  It's almost too good.  The material is a bit on the trashy side (it's essentially a pulp/noir thriller/horror movie) so it almost doesn't deserve the full emotional treatment from the actor.  I mean, there's a scene where Denzel cries and it seems out of place in this material.  I'm glad he was willing to commit to that degree; but it isn't that kind of movie. That kind of emotion is too warm for it.  This kind of movie needs to be ice cold, like Se7ven or The Silence of the Lambs.  But even when Denzel gets emotional enough to cry, I still feel like he's not letting me all the way in.  He's got so much machismo it sort of gets in the way of his acting.  Let's face it, acting is kind of a feminine thing.  Denzel would never kiss another man on screen.  Isn't the refusal to do that the antithesis of what an actor is supposed to do?  An actor is supposed to be a conduit for catharsis.  Denzel, you have nothing to worry about.  Kissing another man is not going to put the kibosh on your career.  Maybe you should do that Pillow Talk remake with another dude.  I guarantee you'll get an Oscar nom!  On the other hand, I guess everyone has limitations.  I mean, I doubt Tom Hanks would sign on to play a serial killer any time soon.  We all have our brand, I guess.
Rami Malek is great in this too.  He plays a conflicted homicide detective (what he's conflicted about is never really made clear.  I suppose he's upset that the case he's working hasn't been solved. Makes sense to me).  What a face he has!  He's kind of like a svelte version of Peter Lorre.  Or a praying mantis wearing a rubber mask. But many of the great stars were untraditionally beautiful.  I love his swan-like neck and the way he moves his jaw when he talks.  And his voice is strange; which he uses to great advantage.  He steals scenes just by opening his mouth.  
So, the plot, in a nutshell, is a traditional police procedural/serial killer scenario.  It's set in 1990 and it has all the earmarks of a movie from that era.  Say, the above mentioned titles or stuff the studios were pumping out then: Jade, Copycat, Fallen (which starred Mr. Washington) etc.  Jared Leto is the main suspect in a string of murders of young women.  Denzel, who formerly worked similar cases in Los Angeles (he's now a cop "up north"), encounters Rami on a routine evidence pick-up.  Denzel was something of a legend on the homicide squad and Rami picks his brain for insight that might help him solve the case (is Jared the perp or isn't he?).  They bond and soon have a mentor/mentee thing happening.  As the story unfolds we see that everyone is involved in the case on deeper and deeper levels.  Denzel wants to take out Leto on a personal level.  Malek wants to stop him for more straightforward reasons (or does he?).  The story is an excuse to take us on a film noir tour of Los Angeles, more often than not, at night.  Los Angeles at night is truly a creepy place.  Never truly dark or entirely lit.  It's literally The Edge of Night (half dark/half light) there when it's dark.  The cinematographer, John Schwartzman (total pro) ratchets up that creepiness, making it slightly darker and infusing it with a ghastly glow of greenish light.  He deserves an Oscar for it.
Speaking of Oscars...which brings us to Jared Leto's performance.  I have to say he's pretty amazing here.  He takes what has become one of the most cliched roles (cliched because it's been done so many times now by so many actors): the creepy serial killer; and brings it to some weird other level.  It's like he removed his own head and replaced it with that wax head he brought to the Met Gala, killed himself and became an actual ghost and then went before the camera.  He is the person you do not ever want to run into on a dark road at night or in an alley or when he comes to repair the fridge.  He's haunting.
The movie leaves you questioning the motivations of the characters long after the movie is over.  When you think about the events in the film, you start saying, "Hey, wait a second..." pondering some of the mystery you weren't aware of when you were watching it.  That's the mark of a good movie for me.  The film does, however, suffer from a preponderance of Hollywood moments: a California freeway being devoid of vehicles except for the two being driven by the stars.  A field of hard earth having a dozen six foot holes dug into it by one person in the course of an evening.  Physically impossible.  And a choice one of the characters makes that almost ruins the entire film: the decision that no one ever, would ever make.  Even when one is that conflicted.
So, thank you writer/director (and fellow Sagittarian) John Lee Hancock for entertaining me without any of the gratuitous ultra-violence.
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    Christopher Reidy is from the Boston area.  He attended Boston University where he studied TV and film which eventually led him to Los Angeles.  There he did the Hollywood thing (which he wasn’t particularly good at) and eventually met his partner Joseph.  He was one of the co-founders of the short lived Off Hollywood Theatre Company which staged several of his original plays.  83 In the Shade is his first novel.  He also dabbles in screenplays, toys with short stories, and flirts with poetry.  Life brought him to bucolic Southwest Virginia where he now resides and is very active in community theatre. It may interest you to know Chris is officially an Irish citizen as well as an American. He also enjoys drawing and painting and looking after a passel of 
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    housecats and two turtles.